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Mercenaries, I Will Be King

If you're not sitting at the table, then you are definitely lying on the menu. If you have nothing, then your life is your only capital. Song Heping, compelled by life to make a fortune in a warzone, accidentally got swept into the war and, in a confused state, was promoted by a bunch of Da Maozi to be the boss of a Defense Company. In this day and age, who still becomes a mercenary! I want to sell arms, I want to sell coffee cups worth a few bucks for over a thousand US Dollars. I want to sell a 9-dollar socket for the price of 299 US Dollars. I want to sell goats, the kind that costs millions of US Dollars each... Don't ask, and don't come auditing, whether you're from the Audit Office or the CIA, I'll send you all off... My name is Song Heping. I came, I conquered, I reign as the king. Don't call me the "Lord of War," I love peace, I am here to deliver "peace".

Yan Qi Guan · Urban
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Chapter 260: A Pilot Who Doesn't Master Trap Mines is Not a Good Pilot

Song Heping's guess was indeed correct.

This small hill was essentially a minefield and a trap zone.

In just a thirty-meter stretch, Song Heping had dismantled two pressure mines and three tripwire mines.

If these were not hard to spot, then by the gate, a simple fence door was equipped with two cleverly set booby trap devices.

On the door's latch, Song Heping found a hand grenade hanging and didn't hesitate to inspect it for booby traps before disassembling it effortlessly.

Just as he was about to push the door open, he suddenly felt something was off.

The path that had come up the slope had each mine installed with a chain mechanism, yet this key spot of the door had none?

He became more cautious and turned around to check other areas.

That was when he discovered the issue.

At the turning door hinge, another wire was installed, concealed with vines, ready to spring open a fist-sized tripwire mine hidden in the grass beneath the soil the moment the door was pushed.